Substitute Marriage for Spiritual Pets: the Strategy System of the Gentle Scum

Ruiyuan knelt on the cold bluestone floor of the ancestral hall. His knees were in pain, but he didn't even frown. The smoke from the incense candle choked people's throats, and the plaque of "Rui's Ancestral Hall" hanging directly above looked particularly majestic under the flickering candlelight, like a pair of cold eyes, examining this "rebellious" concubine.